Lily, Lily! I am sighing
With despair and hopeless woe.
I am tortured, I am dying,
And my soul has lost its glow,
But my love evoked no pity:
You consider me pathetic.
Keep on laughing: you are pretty
Even when unsympathetic.
Лила, Лила! я страдаю
Безотрадною тоской,
Я томлюсь, я умираю,
Гасну пламенной душой;
Но любовь моя напрасна:
Ты смеешься надо мной.
Смейся, Лила: ты прекрасна
И бесчувственной красой.
«Autumn’s come upon us, / Summer’s blooms gone dry; / Shrubs with leafless branches / Cheerlessly stand by. Grasses in the meadow / Wilting, turning bronze, / There’s only sprouts of emerald / In fields of winter crop. Rainclouds hide the heavens, / Not a ray of sun; / Winds h...»
«The Christ-child had a garden, / And many roses He planted therein; / He had three times a day watered them, / In order to weave for Himself a garland later on. When those roses were in full bloom, / He called the Hebrew children ; / They plucked off every flower, / And the whole garden...»
«Before thee lies a broad new way. / Accept then my greeting, not loud, but hearty: / May thy bosom be, as it was, warmed / With love of thy fellow-man, with love of the eternal truth. Mayst thou not lose in the hard struggle with evil, / All of which at present thy soul is so full; / And ...»
«Inimitably lies life: / Above waiting, above a lie... / But by the trembling of all veins / You may recognize: Life! (Why that in rye you lie!) — heat, wave... / Like in the rye you lie: ringing, blue... / Blather — through honeysuckle — hundred veins... / Be joyful! I was calle...»